It’s 10 a.m. on a Friday, and there are familiar sounds that fill the air outside of the Navy Yard Metro station stop in Southeast.  It’s the sound of wind whipping against the wood board advertisements for Half Street.  It’s the sound of an empty soda can rolling to and fro on the construction lot, clinking as it moves.  It’s the sound of a ghost town.

And it’s these sounds, these notes of nothingness, that serve as an eerie reminder that Half Street, one of the city’s biggest development projects, still has not come to fruition.

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